All I could think about was the future, the events that were to unfurl before me, like a carpet being let loose and unraveling on its own volition.  Yes, the carpet would cease unfurling eventually, but the part that truly matters is the initial loosing, the climatic, yet gentle shift from a roll of carpet to a carpeted floor. 
My eyes went to the sky.  How fast do clouds move?  Is it possible to race them?  I know airplanes can go through them, so they are probably slower than 200 miles per hour, but how fast or slow are they exactly?  I’m sure different types are probably slower or faster, but what I want to know is an average estimation of their speed.
How come we had to learn about the types of clouds in elementary school.  Why is it that I still know the basic types.  Well, I don’t really know them, but if you’re with someone and you point up at the sky indiscriminately and say “That’s a cumulonimbus” who is really so well-versed in sky culture that they would be willing to argue with you?  Only seven people in your town, probably.
"Megan where are we?"
Megan picked her head up from the bottom of her window and reached for the map.  After a minute of looking, she decided we were in either Iowa or Nebraska.  “Did you know the capital of Iowa is Des Moines,” she added.
I did know that.  I know all the capitals.  The capital of Nebraska is Lincoln.
She placed her flip-flop-covered feet back on the dash and tilted her head towards me and smiled.  The air conditioning was really cold so I turned it down one notch. 
I was wearing my favorite sweatshirt.  It was blue and thin and kept me the perfect body temperature.  Well, I was cold earlier from the air conditioning but I had just turned it down a notch so I was feeling a lot better now.
"Do you remember that really ugly cat that used to come in to my neighbor’s garage because he kept it open for some reason?"
"Yeah, that cat was really ugly," she said.
"Yes, but the garage was also ugly, so it was like they were made for each other."
Megan and I laughed.  The garage wasn’t really ugly.  It was just a joke I had made for the sake of making her laugh.  She smiled at me again and put her left leg over her right leg.  Previously, her right leg was over her left leg. 
"Is the air the right temperature for you?" I asked.
"Yeah, it’s perfect.  I was a little cold earlier."
"Me too!" I said.
My right hand reached over towards her and landed on the shifting gear. 
"Do you mind if I put the gear on the 2?  I’ve only ever tried park, neutral, reverse, and drive before.  I really want to know what the 2 gear does."
Megan was cool with it, so I changed it to the 2.  Man, she was the best. 
"Hey, there’s a few nice looking stratio-nimulus clouds up there," I pointed out to her.
"Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, 'I am falling to the floor crying,' but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well."
Richard Siken (via apricotjpg)

(Source: wordsnquotes, via lilyevnns)

"Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red."


Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.

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